I don't own anything, but Amber.
Amber:
11:28 p.m :
After my Aunt was done ranting, I went to my room and took off my hoodie.
With that I threw it onto my bed, and I changed into my pjs.
Then I crawled under my covers and went to sleep.
4:00 A.M :
In the middle of the night I woke up, horrible pain, something had bit me on the back of my neck. So I reached for the spot and I felt a silk like thread and followed it with my fingers the pulled it.
It hurt like hell for a split second then held the thread in front of me. At first I didn't notice the dead spider because of dark, but when I did I dropped it and started having a panic attack.
Ever since I was young and before I was in...A coma yeah, a coma that's what I think they called it...
Anyway I've been terrified of spiders and me to find one on me that was to much.
A million and one thoughts went through my head, until I some how ended up a sleep.
Once I woke in the morning I stretched and accidentally hit my clock and it shattered. I just sat there in my bed in awe as I looked at the clock that set on two books that set on my night stand.
Then I got out my bed carefully and made my way to my bathroom, next I opened the door and I shut it, with that it came off the hinges. Again I took a good long look in awe as it was now laying the hallway floor.
"What happened to the door?" Peter asked.
"I-I don't know I just opened it and came off the hinges," I said, lying a little.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"Yep," I said.
"Are, you sure, because you look sick?" Peter asked.
"I'm fine," I half said half whined, standing up straighter, but it made dizzy.
"Um, I don't think so," Peter said dragging me back into my room.
"Bed, now," he said and made get in bed.
"Where's Aunt May and Uncle Ben?" I asked, he stuck the thermometer in my mouth.
"Aunt May and Uncle Ben, went out for a day alone, so, I'm watching you," Peter said taking the thermometer out my mouth then read it.
"102...How were you walking around, with out being off balanced?" he asked.
"I guess I'm just a lucky duck today," I mumbled, before yawning.
Peter then sighed and asked,"I have to be somewhere later, so are good enough to come or do you want to stay here?"
"I'll stay," I mumbled my eyes getting heavy, and Peter sighed again.
"Rest, I'll be back soon...Did, you feed Naomi yet?" he asked.
"No, can you feed her?" I asked.
"Fine, I'll feed her," Peter said and I fell asleep.
Peter:
The one thing I hate, in this house I have to feed.
You see a few years ago Uncle Ben went with Amber to a farm on a school field trip and they came back with a little baby rabbit. At first Aunt May was going to get rid of it, but then she saw how happy it made Amber so she let her keep it.
I thought it was cute at first, but then it bit me and I swear it tried to bite my finger off. Ever since then we have hated each other. Once that thing named Flip-Flop Naomi or Naomi for short, is around me alone it's a total demon, but once it's around everyone else it acts like freaking angel.
With that I edged toward the cage, and got it's bowl and put some food in it. Then I put it back in the cage and Naomi came out of her house and bit my hand. I pulled hand out of that death trap and quickly shut the cage door.
"Your evil, you know that?" I asked, and she just sat there staring at me innocently while eating timothy hay.
I sighed and left a note for Amber telling her a went out to talk to someone, and left for Doc Conners'.
To be continued.
